Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 113 - 47: Bloody Struggle (Part 3)

Fang Zheng's eyes widened, and he charged forward in a Unity of Man and Blade.

He could tell the opponent wasn't at Three Blood; given this, there was no reason he couldn't take them head-on, especially since he had already mastered the Power into the Marrow.

Moreover, he had just received the blessing of Talismanic Magic.

"Boom!"

The two collided.

Fang Zheng felt a violent tremor in his grip, his body was nearly knocked off balance as if hit head-on by a speeding car, and the strength in his whole body almost dissipated.

He staggered backward.

Damn it!

What's up with this guy?

Clearly, the opponent was also at Second Blood and hadn't mastered Power into the Marrow, yet their strength was greater than a Three Blood Martial Artist. Could it be they're a different breed?

"Howl!"

Compared to Fang Zheng's unsteadiness, his opponent merely leaned back, his expression growing more excited and ferocious before stabilizing and rushing forward again.

"Swish!"

Something flew out of Fang Zheng's hand, hurling straight at him.

Light and weightless.

Hm?

The giant paused, and before he could react, his body collided with the incoming object.

"Crackle!"

"Boom..."

A blinding blue electric light suddenly bloomed, enveloping the giant in a woven net of electricity, crackling loudly.

This was the thing Fang Zheng had bought online.

A palm-sized small sphere said to contain unstable currents, essentially a high-powered disposable stun baton.

Theoretically,

Even a several hundred-pound wild boar could be stunned on the spot.

"Barbarian!"

A woman in the forest shouted, and then a smear of black light fell upon the giant, the electric light flickered and then extinguished.

You've got to be kidding me!

Isn't this against science?

Fang Zheng's mouth twitched as he saw the giant charge again, hurriedly opened his backpack and threw something else.

It hit the ground and exploded.

"Boom!"

Thick smoke billowed instantly in the field.

A smoke bomb.

The pungent odor caused the giant to cough wildly, flailing his arms around in confusion, unable to tell east from west, just roaring frantically.

Fang Zheng seized the chance to put on the prepared gas mask and thermal sensor, silently leaping into the smoke, and, seeing an opportunity, jabbed at the opponent's backside.

Thud!

"Ugh..."

In the blink of an eye, the situation in the field changed several times, especially with Fang Zheng's backpack, from which he pulled out various magical items like a treasure pouch.

Electrifying!

Releasing smoke!

And that peculiar headgear.

Stunned by this scene, Zhang Mingrui found himself touching his chin in confusion until no shadows were visible and he muttered:

"Who exactly is the Warlock?"

......

"Who are you?"

Linghu Zhong held a sword in hand, staring gravely at the black-clothed figures joining the battlefield, his expression sinking as his gaze swept over them.

In just a brief moment, three of the Ling Family elites had already died on the spot.

The reason...

Lies with these black-clothed people.

"Heh..." One of the black figures chuckled softly at this:

"Is it not a bit late to be asking that now?"

"Attack!"

With a wave of a large hand, the crowd clashed again.

......

"Swish swish!"

Xu Xiu wielded a long spear, the red tassel blossoming in mid-air, each thrust aimed directly at the opponent's vitals, the spear tip already stained with blood.

"Aiding the wicked, you deserve death!"

"Ding..."

The sound of clashing rang out.

The spear trembled like a snake, flicking aside the opponent's face covering, revealing a fair face, full of panic, framed perfectly.

A woman?

His expression changed, and the thrust initially aimed at her throat involuntarily diverted, instinctively avoiding her vitals.

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"Die!"

"Die!"

With bloodshot eyes and an itching body, the Barbarian roared as he chased Fang Zheng wildly through the forest, occasionally swinging the wooden staff in the direction ahead.

"Rat!"

"Damnable rat!"

"If you have the guts, don't run!"

This person was clearly lacking in intelligence, easily provoked by Fang Zheng into forgetting Zhang Mingrui, chasing him with endless vigor and shouting.

"Bang!"

A large tree was snapped by the Ebony Staff, crashing heavily to the ground.

Fang Zheng turned back for a glance, his eye twitching involuntarily:

"What great strength this guy has, and to not feel pain even with a prolapse, brother, your intestines are hanging out of your butt."

"Don't run!"

The Barbarian continued to yell:

"If you have the guts, don't run!"

"Heh..." Fang Zheng leaped high, landing on the tree trunk, looking sideways sarcastically:

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

"Just trying to avoid causing a scene, but since you insist on seeking death, don't blame me for being rude."

"Rat!" The Barbarian's eyes widened as he swung his staff fiercely at the tree stump:

"Get down here!"

"Crack!"

The tree cracked, but Fang Zheng flipped and leaped up, flicking his fingers in mid-air as two black objects flew toward the Barbarian's face.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

Two bursts of fire exploded in the air.

Explosives!

These were just makeshift explosives, naturally incomparable to high-explosive military bombs, but their destructive power was still substantial.

In an instant,

The Barbarian's face was a bloody mess.

With strips of flesh hanging off, eyes misaligned and distorted, and the jaw revealing white bone and blood stains, the scene was horrifying.

"Die!"

The Barbarian roared, swinging the staff for another strike.

"Are you kidding me?"

Fang Zheng rolled over to dodge, stood up with surprise on his face, looking at the opponent: 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Still not dead?"

All the tactics he had used so far would have incapacitated any other Three Blood Martial Artist.

Not only was the opponent not dead, but it seemed they didn't feel pain, and their whole body's wounds and bleeding didn't impede their movements.

Even...

Their strength seemed to increase from anger!

Pain-insensitive, low intelligence, with boundless strength, this guy was like a killing machine, fundamentally different from normal people.

"Indeed an Evil Demon."

Narrowing his eyes, Fang Zheng retrieved a few more explosives from his bag.

Rubbing them together, the friction heat ignited the fuse, tossing them toward the opponent, his aura suddenly changing at the moment of explosion.

"Swish!"

In the pitch-black forest, the firelight exploded, and a small giant screamed, swinging his arms, slapping at the flames on his body, then suddenly stiffened.

Even it seemed to sense something was wrong.

The light of a blade appeared.

The night seemed to brighten suddenly, everything illuminated transparently at this moment.

In the next instant.

Everything returned to dead silence, engulfed by darkness, as the body of the small giant silently split in two.

One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash!

"Phew..."

A few meters away.

Fang Zheng exhaled a murky breath, slowly standing up straight.

"As expected."

"The One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash can unleash power beyond a Three Blood Martial Artist, also having a unique repressive effect on demonic forces."

"Divine Fist?"